Innocence - a child's play!!!

I'm a guy who loves photography. I love clicking pictures of almost everything that gets my attention. Sometimes, if I cannot click the picture at the right time, I capture it in my memories. I feel photos are memorable if they can help you recollect the precious moments you've shared in that period. #Expressions - Yes, that's what create a beautiful picture. And who better than cute little children are good at giving expressions. The innocence they display is so heart-melting.
Talking about this, I remember the time when I was trying to click a cute little girl child at the airport. That girl was hardly 3-4 year old, golden hair - round face - honey-colored eyes - and was wearing a full sleeve hooded jacket, which made her look completely adorable. She was with her mother waiting for their flight I suppose. The way she ate her breakfast sandwich made me smile - she was biting the bun and the mayo/sauce was coming out from the other end and dripping on her jacket. She was looking at me while happily eating the sandwich and smiling back, unaware of the fact that she had designed the jacket with the mayo/sauce. Soon, her mom noticed it and made her realize what she had done. Her mom wiped off the sauce with the tissue whatever she could. Seeing this, that innocent girl also started wiping her dress, but with saucy hands. I could now hardly control my smile and laughter. I could not understand their language - maybe they were speaking Russian or German or whatever. But I could relate to each and every action of theirs.
After a few minutes, she was done eating and her mother was busy reading a magazine. Suddenly, this girl got up from the seat and went running to the glass barricade from where she saw an airplane about to land. She was so excited and shouted "Plane....." (Lol, all I could understand was "Plane" - other things were not known to me as the language was completely alien for me). Both her hands on the glass pane, eyes and mouth wide open - continuously jumping up and down. I knew from her expressions that she is seeing the airplane for the first time. One look at the plane and then at her mom, then again the plane. She kept doing this again and again, I guess she was wanting her mother to enjoy and relish the excitement of seeing the airplane like she did. Her mother simply smiled and waved back at her. She kept on looking at the plane until it completely halted after landing on the runway. All this while, when I was observing this girl, I had forgotten to click her photograph. As I was about to remove my camera, there was an announcement for the airplane and that cute girl had to leave along with her mom. Although I couldn't click her picture, I had captured her innocent joy of seeing an airplane for the first time with my eyes.
Another incident was when I was travelling in China. Again here, a 3-4 year old girl was with her grandmother, holding hands together at a park. There were many pigeons on the floor. This girl was happy and excited to see the pigeons that she decided to catch them. She untied herself from the hands of her grandmother and ran after the pigeons. The pigeons used to fly away as the girl approached - this happened each and every time - still the girl had no loss of motivation - she kept on running everywhere. For me, this was pure #innocence - the playful nature of children which makes the scene look so cute. This time I wasn't late and I got my camera on her and could get this beautiful click to which you can relate exactly what I'm saying. (image below)

These are just 2 of the innumerable incidents I've encountered. In both the incidents, you can clearly observe that first incident - I had to describe each and every detail to make the scene clear enough for you to understand.. whereas in the second incident - It was easy for me to just write a few lines as the picture is more than enough to describe my story. So, now you know, how easily a simple picture can convey a thousand emotions without the need of a single word.
What I actually wanted to convey from these incidents is that #innocence is present in each and every one of us right from the time of our birth. Some of us, lose it very soon in the race of growing older. While some, carry it with them wherever they go. Both kind of persons may become successful in their respectful lives, but there will always a beautiful difference in the way these persons affect the lives of others around them. The person carrying the innocence with them will always connect with the souls of people around, while the other would fail to realize that there's a soul. I would say that each one of us has the innocence - some try and hide it while some cannot hide it even if they try to. When we all are a child, there's no barrier of societal norms and no restrictions over our thoughts. We think and speak whatever comes to our mind - without the fear of what people or society would feel. However, as we grow older, the education, the learning and our experiences make us hide the #innocence which we all have within us. I feel this innocence needs to come out often so that we learn to live our lives happily. Innocence is like pure water - it tastes the best only when it's pure.

- Your's innocently Sid ^_^

The earphones of a weird girl - an autobiography!!!!

"Awwhh,, ahh.. ummhh.. it badly hurts!!".. This was all I could barely do trying to unravel myself tangled together lying in the puddle of muddy water.. trying to listen to my own voice which was now becoming almost extinct..
But before I could die off completely, I just wanted to let my story be told so that this world remembers my happy times I have spent with the most amazingly weird person - who was my life - at all times - be it sad or happy - for whom I have been the ultimate savior!!! That amazing person in my life was Anne (name changed).
This is how it all began..
I was manufactured at a branded factory far from the city, into the woods. Utmost care and precision was taken so that I can have the perfect shape and give out that incredibly beautiful voice. My body was coated white, with two beautiful phones at one end coated with rubber and the other end tapering stainless steel at the tip of the bottom. I was made such that I could fit into any 3.5 mm jack - be it a mobile / speaker / laptop / television / computer etc. Wasn't the most expensive one, but could make any person happy with the quality of sound I pitched. Some of my friends were coated black, some violet, some yellow and some green. Most of them were black, then a few white ones like me. And the rest others like the violet, yellow, green, pink and blue ones were almost scarce. We all were put up hanging on the wall of a very famous music accessories store.
One fine day, a girl walked in the store with short, shoulder-length hair, tied back with a cute hairband, with eyes that could sparkle excitement and smile that could light up the whole town!! This girl was none other than Anne - she was with her dad. They were looking at all my friends deciding which one to own. I could actually remember how Anne chose me - she was glancing through my friends like the one in red, one in yellow and one is green.. and then as she glanced over me.. she suddenly stopped!! Her eyes widened with happiness as if she had found what she was looking for. Without even thinking for a second, she took me out of the wall hanging and into her dad's hands saying, "Dad, this is what I want. Let's play it and see." She then connected the stainless steel end of me into her mobile phone and played her favorite Beethoven's (track changed). I could feel her happiness as she closed her eyes listening to her favorite track which I played. As she opened her eyes, she was sure that she would buy nothing but me. Her dad smiled at her innocence and got me for her. This is how she owned me.

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Anne was very happy with me. She used to always stuff me inside her bag. She used to put me up to her ears each and everyday and I used to play the most melodious voice of her favorite songs into her ears. Mostly, every morning while going to college and then while returning back. Months passed, and my shape started distorting - but I still played the same melodious voice for Anne. Sometimes I also used to answer her calls. Why I feel I know her is because I have been through her good times and her bad times - she has talked into me and she has listened to me - sometimes I have been a part of her anger as well. The happy times when Anne used to dance putting me into her ears, listening to her peppy music and pouring her heart out. The sad times when she used to listen to those old romantic classics crying her heart out - once her teardrops also fell onto my speaker (eww! It was salty :P but I could sense how hurt she was). I was a part of all her moods and I knew her the way no one else could know.
Now, the reason why I call her #weird girl is because - no matter how much she loved me, she used to forget me.. so many times I was returned to her by her friends as I was either misplaced or lost.. but I don't complain this about her.. because it was her nature.. she gets flown with things.. but there was one incident when Anne forgot me under the bench and then ran back to the class after college just to take me back away with her.. More weird things about her was that she used to put my speaker in her mouth sometimes, knowingly or unknowingly.. she used to stuff me in her bag in that small space where I could fit my flexible body.. but this had made my white body a little off-white and the white coating had started to tear off.. but I was happy because Anne was still happy to have me with her no matter my shape or look.

A year and half had passed by and Anne had bought me into another city where she got a new job. She was happy with her life and still enjoyed keeping me with her all the time. There was not a single point of time when she made me feel useless. This is why I loved her a lot! Everything was same, Anne was the same.. and same were her habits.. only the city had changed.. Anne getting new assignments each day had to travel a lot.. and along with her, obviously I also had to. One such day, Anne had got a lot of work to do and she's a kind of girl who gets completely engrossed in her work leaving aside all other things. That evening she was so busy in her meeting that after the phone call, she kept me on the table of the restaurant she was sitting at. And then soon she got another call, I could see from her face that she had a huge amount of task to do for that day. Talking over the phone, she went by the table leaving me aside lying there. As she went by the table, I wish I could shout out, "Hey Anne, you forgot something!" :( I was deeply saddened seeing you leave in front of my eyes, but all I could is just watch you go. Soon, another customer came on the table - some greedy guy who took me in his hands - looked at me - twisted me around his fingers almost until I broke myself. Seeing the half broken end of my body, the guy threw me outside the restaurant in a muddy puddle of water - where 2-3 bikes ran over me.. And I knew it was time that I could never again play those melodious voices!! Somewhere down in my mind, I knew Anne must have visited the restaurant again to search for me, but it was already late and the fate had me in it. I'm not at all sad by the fact that I'm going to die this way, because I'm more happy to have spent most of my life with the amazingly weird Anne ^_^
For Anne, I was a small part of her musical life.. but for me, Anne was my whole life!!!

- Based on a 'Not-so-true' story with very little facts ;)

Acceptance!

How many times in our life have we faced problems? Almost everyday, sometimes a big problem and sometimes a very small problem. Generally, we tend to overcome our small problems very easily. And the big problems stay in our lives for a longer time? Isn't it? Ever wondered why?

The answer lies in our perception. How we look at the problem? Only then we categorize it as a small or a major problem. But what after it? Once we think we are facing a big problem - what do we do? What's the first reaction? Try to run away from it? Yeah, that's what most people would do. And the more you run away from it, you see that the problem has never left you - it has been chasing you at the same speed you were trying to run away from it. But very few people learn to accept the problem. Accepting the problem - big or small is the first step towards solving that problem. Usually smaller problems are addressed because we do accept it, because we have a confidence that we can easily overcome it. Bigger problems are not easily accepted because we fear the consequences. The fear of unknown makes us difficult to accept things. Nothing in this world remains a problem. For every problem created, there are one or many ways to overcome it. It is our thinking which makes the solution limited to our thoughts. We never try to extend our thinking beyond the problem. Focusing on problems makes you an expert in problem analysis. it may or may not ever give you solutions. To come up with solutions, you need to get out of your thinking shell. Extend your thinking beyond the boundaries undiscovered. Only then you will be able to come up with extremely unbelievable, yet simple logical solutions. And then you would realize that the solutions were always present around you. It was you, that failed to notice it. The world around us has anything and everything that we need to live our life. Only effort e require to do is - discover!

I hope we all learn, and always keep learning from our experiences. But when we share our experiences with others, it adds to their learning as well. Acceptance is term which sounds so simple, but actually is so powerful. If it is a mistake, you accept. A problem, you accept. Acceptance is the first step towards creating and accomplishing something wonderful!